Reclamation's Heat

The spectral wolves tore at Drake, their ghostly fangs sinking into his flesh without blood, pulling him deeper into the shadows. I screamed his name, the sound raw in my throat, muffled by the cock still thrusting into my mouth. Panic clawed at my chest, hot and sharp, mixing with the slick heat of bodies pressing against me. The grove reeked of sweat and cum, the air thick like a living thing, wrapping around us all in Mira's twisted web. These warriors—Kael in my ass, ...